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[dollarbin]

Nickel Bin #12:

The Roches' Losing True

Ah yeah, Dollar Binners, it's Roches time. We celebrated the beginning of this already silly year with Maggie, Terre and Suzzy's epic monster track, The Hammond Song: five minutes of bizarre and perfectly harmonic storytelling swirling around Robert Fripp's equally bizarre and perfect guitar effusions.

Losing True, from the sisters' third record, Keep on Doing, is the natural sequel to The Hammond Song. And, unlike the Roches' coveted first record, Keep on Doing is a certified Dollar Bin mainstay: it's relatively easy to track down alongside mid to late late seventies Carole King albums (which are optional to your collection) and the essential to us all 70's titles from the Lord and Lady of the Dollar Bin, Gordon Lightfoot and Linda Ronstadt.

Take a listen.

There's no better surf to be had than on this swell of voices. The sisters curl and churn around one another, cradling us in warmth and bold sun sparkle.

We already know that they skipped town, risking everything, to go down Hammond, and, as promised, they never came back. Losing True tells us what happened next. They, or maybe it's just the iconically elfin and yet deep throated Maggie, who wrote both songs, wound up with the wrong guy. But now they're ready to ditch Loudon Wainwright, who seemingly had a thing going with every female singer-songwriter of that era, like a dead skunk in the middle of the road, and reunite with one another in jubilant song.

Happily, they invite Fripp to the reunion. He'd sat out their underwhelming and poorly produced sophomore record but he's back on Losing True with his signature, other-worldly harmonics and blatant skills. Fripp knows better than to upstage the ladies and it's a shame we don't have 16 more sequels to The Hammond Song to keep on spinning on a suddenly sweet weekday.

Cheers Everyone...

[countrymusicandcher]

I will never not be annoyed that Richard Thompson didn't talk at all about Loudon Wainwright III in his memmoir "Beeswing". It covers the period up to 1975 and we know for a fact they must have to have met before that.

Loudon and Kate had their final seperation in late 1976 and their divorce was finalized by 1979. When Richard & Loudon met Kate & Loudon were very much an item, because Linda Thompson has said she & Kate met through their partners. Kate would hardly have associated with Loudon after '76 because she met her new partner in '77.

So where's the story? I just want to knooooow

[peacockstalemusicalstorytelling]

The Swimming Song The US election take

[twafordizzy]

Bijna iedere dag muziek: de Wainwrights

Bijna iedere dag muziek: de Wainwrights

Ik probeer natuurlijk niet in God te geloven, maar soms gebeuren er dingen in muziek, in songs, waardoor ik ineens pas op de plaats maak en achter mijn oor ga krabben. Wanneer dingen opgeteld meer zijn dan de som der delen, wanneer de bereikte effecten onverklaarbaar zijn, dan komen atheïsten zoals ik op moeilijk terrein. Neem bijvoorbeeld Rufus Wainwrights versie van zijn vader Loudons One Man…

[highways-are-liminal-spaces]

June 2024

[theflyingdesk]

[leonardcohenofficial]

piercintyre song of all time send post

[guessimdumb]

Loudon Wainwright III - Thanksgiving (live) (19

Recorded for the LP Therapy in 1989, I prefer this live version. Sometimes humorous, sometimes melancholy. Happy Thanksgiving.

Don't let me drink too much wine Lord you know how I get ruthless

[dollarbin]

Nickel Bin #13:

Loudon Wainwright's Dead Skunk

It's Wednesday, May 29th 2024, and, if all goes well, tomorrow morning the sun will rise, all warm and smiling, and the little birds will tweet merrily as I rise up from sleep, filled with boldness and joy.

Then, after five days spent creeping around in a mask like it's 2021 all over again, my Covid test will come back negative at the very same moment that a New York jury declares Donald Trump a convicted felon.

There will be world peace by lunch time and my students will welcome me back on campus with cheers, eagerly showing off their completed homework.

It will be so sweet. But, what's more, as icing on my turntable, (I don't like cake) I'll return home at the end of the day to find a big box of money sitting on my doorstep. There will be a mixture of denominations, most of them large, inside and it will be a very big, very heavy box. A handwritten note will accompany the bills, a note that will go something like this:

Dear Author of the Dollar Bin,

Please accept this small token of our joint appreciation. We agree with everything you write.

Sincerely,

Stephen Stills and Neil Young

I can see it all now: a vision of the definite and glorious future. Great things are surely coming my way.

And when they come, I will break into song. Probably this one.

But who am I kidding?

The sun will be hot, the birds will be crows, the Covid will linger, Trump will get away with it yet again, peace will remain a dream some of us, and Joni, had, and my students will cheer when I miss another day because, obviously, none of them will have done their homework.

And that big box of money? It won't be on my doorstep. Rather, I'll have this laid out all over my street:

Don't worry about me though folks. Even as everything goes terribly wrong all over again I'll have this wonderfully silly theme song for our collective moment, which is the only piece of music on the planet which uses olfactory in its rhyme scheme, from Wainwright's easy-to-find-in-The-Dollar-Bin Album III in my head all day long.

And therefore I'll be grinning.

UPDATE 24 HOURS LATER: The birds sang, Trump's now indeed a convicted felon, my test was negative and most of my students actually did their homework. And what was I humming in my head through it all? Yeah, you got it, it's dead:

Yeah you got your dead cat and you got your dead dog On a moonlight night you got your dead toad frog Got your dead rabbit and your dead raccoon The blood and the guts they're gonna make you swoon

I'm not home from school yet, but based on the great state of the day so far, I now actively anticipate encountering that big box of money on my doorstep an hour from now. Thanks in advance Neil and Steve!

[peacockstalemusicalstorytelling]

The Swimming Song

[wychelm]

That's my daughter in the water

Everything she knows, I taught her

[albumswhatilistenedto]

[pomegranate]

how many threesomes did they have? was Captain Spaulding living in the Swamp? did he leave a note when he left? These are the hard hitting questions I’m asking tonight

[krispyweiss]

Song Review(s): Loudon Wainwright III - “A Father and a Son” and “Bill of Goods” (Colbert)

Never predictable, Loudon Wainwright III brought his serious side - cynical, yes; but serious - to entertain a late-night audience tuning in for comedy.

Appearing on “the Late Show with Stephen Colbert” and performing “A Father and a Son” and “Bill of Goods” seated, solo and acoustic, Wainwright clearly put in the effort. Whether it was to please the host, who called the singer “one of my favorite artists,” or to garner new fans doesn’t matter - both things probably happened.

These songs find Wainwright in the empathetic apologizer mode, telling his son he understands why he hates his father. In fact, Dad hated Grandpa, too, at one point.

There’s also that little bit about telling someone everything will be fine. Turns out, it may not.

Newcomers who use this exposure to dive deeper into the LW3 songbook will find more like this. But they’ll also find uproariously hilarious numbers - many of which wouldn’t have made the radio even if Wainwright was a guy who got radio play.

To those folks: happy spelunking. There are gems galore to be discovered.

Grade card: Loudon Wainwright III - “A Father and a Son” and “Bill of Goods” (Colbert) - A/A

7/17/24